lying          
          in   my   room,           
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
     something  poking my  left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
     slithering  around  the  fingers, 
          up   the   arm.           
 is   it  drug-fueled  apathy?         
          i  don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever  it is that's tasting me,    
 it   moves    further   up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
            looks    like    seagrass. 
        it's   kinda  cute.         
                                 
     once it's  up my  neck  and on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
     the  texture  is  like that of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and  the squish  tastes like sweet 
                     cucumber.     
     it's very good.    and i    
 suck   more   of    it   in.          
             chew    it.            
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
     apathy   gone,  i  sit  up.      
      the tendrils are stuck under    
   my  shirt,     entering by the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the  collar.    
    this  makes it hard  for me to push 
 more   of   it   in   my   mouth.      
   i  make to remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally protests when  i try to 
 move     my     left     arm.          
     so   -   eating  it  is  ok,     
       moving  it is  not.